You think you lost your love,
When I saw her yesterday.
It's you she's thinking of
And she told me what to say.
She says she loves you
And you know that can't be bad.
Yes, she loves you
And you know you should be glad. Ooh!

My love don't give me presents.
I know that she's no peasant,
Only ever has to give me love forever and forever.
My love don't give me presents.
Turn me on when I get lonely,
People tell me that she's only
Foolin', I know she isn't.

It's been a hard day's night,
And I've been working like a dog,
It's been a hard day's night,
I should be sleeping like a log,
But when I get home to you,
I find the things that you do,
Will make me feel alright.

You know I work all day,
To get you money to buy you things,
And it's worth it just to hear you say,
You're gonna give me ev'rything,
So why on earth should I moan,
‘Cos when I get you alone, You know I feel okay.

A Hard Day's Night

I should have known better with a girl like you,
That I would love everything that you do,
And I do, hey hey hey, and I do.

I tried to telephone,
They said you were not home,
That's a lie.
'Cause I know where you've been,
I saw you walk in your door.
I nearly died, I nearly died.
'Cause you walked hand in hand
With another man in my place.

If you don't take her out tonight,
She's going to change her mind.
And I will take her out tonight,
And I will treat her kind.
You're going to lose that girl,
You're going to lose that girl.
If you don't treat her right, my friend,
You're going to find her gone.
'Cause I will treat her right, and then
You'll be the lonely one.

Asked a girl what she wanted to be,
She said, baby can't you see?
I wanna be famous, a star of the screen,
But you can do something in between.
Baby, you can drive my car, yes I'm gonna be a star,
Baby, you can drive my car, and maybe I'll love you.

Was she told when she was young the pain would lead to pleasure?
Did she understand it when they said
That a man must break his back to earn his day of leisure,
Will she still believe it when he's dead?
Ah girl, girl.

There are places I'll remember
All my life though some have changed.
Some forever not for better.
Some have gone and some remain.
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall.
Some are dead and some are living.
In my life, I've loved them all.

If you drive a car, I'll tax the street,
If you try to sit, I'll tax your seat,
If you get too cold, I'll tax the heat,
If you take a walk, I'll tax your feet.
Taxman.
‘Cos I'm the Taxman,
Yeah, I'm the Taxman.

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been,
Lives in a dream.
Waits at the window, wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door,
Who is it for?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no-one will hear,
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there,
What does he care?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?

Eleanor Rigby

Here, making each day of the year,
Changing my life with the wave of her hand.
Nobody can deny that there's something there.

There, running my hands through her hair.
Both of us thinking how good it can be.
Someone is speaking but she doesn't know he's there.

I want her everywhere and if she's beside me
I know I need never care.
But to love her is to need her everywhere.
Knowing that love is to share.

It was twenty years ago today,
That Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play.
They've been going in and out of style,
But they're guaranteed to raise a smile.…

It was twenty years ago today,
That Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play.
They've been going in and out of style,
But they're guaranteed to raise a smile.
So may I introduce to you
The act you've known for all these years,
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.

What would you think if I sang out of tune?
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,
And I'll try not to sing out of key.
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends,
I get high with a little help from my friends,
I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends.

I used to get mad at my school
The teachers who taught me weren't cool.
You're holding me down, turning me round
Filling me up with your rules.
I've got to admit it's getting better,
A little better all the time.

For the benefit of Mr. Kite
There will be a show tonight on trampoline.
The Hendersons will all be there,
Late of Pablo Fanque's Fair - what a scene!
Over man and horses hoops and garters,
Lastly through a hogshead of real fire!
In this way Mr. K. will challenge the world!

When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine,
Birthday greetings bottle of wine?
If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?

Lovely Rita meter maid, nothing can come between us.
When it gets dark I tow your heart away.
Standing by a parking meter,
When I caught a glimpse of Rita.
Filling in the ticket in her little white book.

Going to work don't want to go feeling low down;
Heading for home you start to roam then you're in town.
Everybody knows there's nothing doing;
Everything is closed it's like a ruin;
Everyone you see is half asleep.
And you're on your own, you're in the street.
Good morning, good morning.

I read the news today, oh boy,
four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire.
And though the holes were rather small,
They had to count them all.
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.
I'd love to turn you on.

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I'm crying.

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.

Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out.
They leave the West behind.
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout.
That Georgia's always on my mind.
I'm back in the U.S.S.R..
You don't know how lucky you are, boys.
Back in the U.S.S.R..

I told you about Strawberry Fields
You know the place where nothing is real.
Well here's another place you can go,
Where everything flows.
Looking through the bent backed tulips
To see how the other half live.
Looking through a glass onion.

The children asked him if to kill was not a sin.
Not when he looked so fierce, his mother butted in.
If looks could kill it would have been us instead of him.
All the children sing...
Hey, Bungalow Bill,
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?

Now the doctor came in, stinking of gin
And proceeded to lie on the table.
He said, 'Rocky you met your match'
And Rocky said, 'Doc it's only a scratch
And I'll be better, I'll be better Doc as soon as I am able.'

You say you want a revolution.
Well, you know,
We all want to change the world.
You tell me that it's evolution.
Well, you know,
We all want to change the world.
But when you talk about destruction,
Don't you know that you can count me out?
Don't you know it's gonna be all right.
All right, all right.

Oh what joy for every girl and boy knowing they're happy and they're safe.
We would be so happy, you and me, no one there to tell us what to do,
I'd like to be under the sea in an octopus's garden with you.

You never give me your money;
You only give me your funny paper.
And in the middle of negotiations,
You break down.
I never give you my number,
I only give you my situation.
And in the middle of investigation,
I break down.

She came in through the bathroom window,
Protected by a silver spoon.
But now she sucks her thumb and wanders
By the banks of her own lagoon.
Didn't anybody tell her?
Didn't anybody see?
Sunday's on the phone to Monday,
Tuesday's on the phone to me.

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,
They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe.
Pools of sorrow waves of joy are drifting through my open mind,
Possessing and caressing me.

Sounds of laughter, shades of earth are ringing
Through my open views inviting and inciting me.
Limitless undying love which shines around me like a
Million suns, it calls me on and on,
Across the universe.

Across the Universe

When I find myself in times of trouble,
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness,
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the broken-hearted people
Living in the world agree,
There will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted, there is
Still a chance that they will see.
There will be an answer, let it be.

Let It Be

The long and winding road that leads to your door
Will never disappear. I've seen that road before.
It always leads me here, leads me to your door.

The Beatles were so big that it’s hard for people not alive at the time to realize just how big they were. There isn’t a real comparison with anyone now. I suppose Michael Jackson at one point, but it still doesn’t seem quite the same. They were so big that to be competitive with them was impossible. I’m talking about in record sales and tours and all this. They were huge. They were bigger than Jesus! ~ Mick Jagger

We knew that America would make us or break us as world stars. In fact, she made us.

I say in speeches that a plausible mission of artists is to make people appreciate being alive at least a little bit. I am then asked if I know of any artists who pulled that off. I reply, "The Beatles did."

The Beatles were so big that it’s hard for people not alive at the time to realize just how big they were. There isn’t a real comparison with anyone now. I suppose Michael Jackson at one point, but it still doesn’t seem quite the same. They were so big that to be competitive with them was impossible. I’m talking about in record sales and tours and all this. They were huge. They were bigger than Jesus!